Hello November.
I'm going to give this NaBloPoMo thing an honest attempt, but I hope you realize that each of my posts is a carefully crafted essay, laboured over and lovingly edited? Nope? Well that should become fairly apparent in the next few days.
Here's the first in a stream of useless fluff to pad out the month.
My Nanna taught me that the first words you should say on the first of every month are 'Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits' if there's an R in the month and 'White Rabbits, White Rabbits, White Rabbits' if there's no R. If you manage to make that the first thing you say then you'll have a very lucky month. Provided you can spell of course.
This is made far more challenging when you have a small child and you don't wake up gently to sunbeams and the smell of freshly brewed coffee at 7:30am, instead waking up to a 28lb toddler clambering over you at 3:14am, using your neck and boobs for leverage whilst whining 'need Mummy's hair'. It can be a lot more challenging to say 'rabbits, rabbits, rabbits' and not 'get the fuck off me you parasitic little worm'.
I'd always had a sneaking suspicion that 'Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits' was something my Nanna had made up, something to distract me from my requests for a bacon sandwich at 7:06am on a chilly Manchester morning. Upon further research though, it's quite a widely-held superstition, confirmed even by Wikipedia. So Crikey it must be true.
Has anyone else heard of this? Is there anyone out there who will admit to equally ludicrous superstitions?
For the record I did manage to say 'Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits' this morning, although my first actual thoughts were 'crap it's November'.
6 comments:
My first thought upon waking was, 'It's time to pull the trigger.' . . . On NaBloPoMo, not a gun pointed at myself, but the parallels are there, no?
Pinch, Punch, First of the Month! Or is that a bit southern poofy?
Sorry, Caroline, I couldn't understand what you were saying, with that plum in your mouth and everything.....
hello! i stumbled across your blog yesterday (because blogreading is SO much better than actually doing my job!) when i was reading comments on fussy. the entry about dropping off your daughter in her costume had me giggling at my desk. seriously giggling. snorting, if you must know. but i had forgotten to bookmark yr blog and spent too much of today looking for it. (googling squayden din't work - just so you know.) hallelujah! you've been found! and i bet you didn't even know you were lost. just had to let you know i loved that post and will now be dropping into lurk mode...
Currently - thankyou, I think that is the nicest comment I've ever received (out of a grand total of 12!).
I would add 'great knickers' to the english advantage list. The knickers over here are chinnies! Maybe it is because I live in NH????
British Daffodilly
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